Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Chad and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing U.S. Maple to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
The Gun Club,
Silicon Teens,
PIL,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Y Pants,
Bad Manners,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Womack,
Symarip,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Chrome,
Deadbeat,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
The Trojans,
The Moody Blues,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Hood,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
These Immortal Souls,
Dennis Brown,
The Busters,
Ultra Naté,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
The Barracudas,
Suburban Knight,
Pagans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.